lets catch up
Days have gone by, and i have not felt the urge to write anything, anything worth publishing that is. i did write down the kharcha that i incurred for my travels, but it would make for some boring/deeply judgmental/ kinda private/ maybe boastful reading. So, I'll skip it. Instead, I'll just write about, as is always, whatever takes my fancy, like I just did by writing the word 'fancy'.
So the trip was good. I roamed about, a lot. Dint see anything of substance, but saw some things of beauty. I decided on few things, on the lines of what I have to do in life and what I will not do in life and what I am doing here and what I should be readings. Oh yeah, I bought books. In the end, when I assessed what I bought in my days of travel, all that came was books. Well, mostly books. And now that I am reading one of them, called Lucky Jim, i realized that my eyes have become too poor because reading the small font of that book is a bit of a strain, also the book is boring. I have realized that English humor, so to speak, has kind of a droning on quality, which becomes boring very quickly.
What else, I fell in love with Edinburgh (pronounced Edinbera). Maybe it was because I found a good company there, so i wasnt lonely, or maybe it was just that i like a small town, with its cobbled streets and small stores (so what they were expensive and i couldn't afford much) and pubs with raucous sounds coming from well-behaved youth, or maybe so no much youth as people generally and days which were lit by sunlight till 9.30 pm and a town that retired by 5.30 - 6 pm and the sky with its every changing colours, like royal blue or light purest blue with white clouds or orange hue which changed into pink whisper and the cafe and the eateries and the heritage at every step. I want to be transported there. To walk on those streets that i visited without any preconceived notion and to which i fell for in maybe not that very instance of our first meeting, but over the span of the next few hours. Every small incident need not be told. what maybe is definitely to be written is the trip to Lochness, where somewhere on the route i found absolute beauty of nature and a decision inspired at that moment to which i want to hold on to.
And then there was Cambridge. i dont want to undermine Cambridge, but after writing what i wrote about Edinburgh, i dont have words left to talk about Cambridge, right now. maybe at a later date (or maybe i am just a very lazy person, which is what i was at Cambridge, lazy).
That then after a few more days, i was back to the work-town.
Life continued despite the interlude mentioned above.
So the trip was good. I roamed about, a lot. Dint see anything of substance, but saw some things of beauty. I decided on few things, on the lines of what I have to do in life and what I will not do in life and what I am doing here and what I should be readings. Oh yeah, I bought books. In the end, when I assessed what I bought in my days of travel, all that came was books. Well, mostly books. And now that I am reading one of them, called Lucky Jim, i realized that my eyes have become too poor because reading the small font of that book is a bit of a strain, also the book is boring. I have realized that English humor, so to speak, has kind of a droning on quality, which becomes boring very quickly.
What else, I fell in love with Edinburgh (pronounced Edinbera). Maybe it was because I found a good company there, so i wasnt lonely, or maybe it was just that i like a small town, with its cobbled streets and small stores (so what they were expensive and i couldn't afford much) and pubs with raucous sounds coming from well-behaved youth, or maybe so no much youth as people generally and days which were lit by sunlight till 9.30 pm and a town that retired by 5.30 - 6 pm and the sky with its every changing colours, like royal blue or light purest blue with white clouds or orange hue which changed into pink whisper and the cafe and the eateries and the heritage at every step. I want to be transported there. To walk on those streets that i visited without any preconceived notion and to which i fell for in maybe not that very instance of our first meeting, but over the span of the next few hours. Every small incident need not be told. what maybe is definitely to be written is the trip to Lochness, where somewhere on the route i found absolute beauty of nature and a decision inspired at that moment to which i want to hold on to.
And then there was Cambridge. i dont want to undermine Cambridge, but after writing what i wrote about Edinburgh, i dont have words left to talk about Cambridge, right now. maybe at a later date (or maybe i am just a very lazy person, which is what i was at Cambridge, lazy).
That then after a few more days, i was back to the work-town.
Life continued despite the interlude mentioned above.
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